I'm not sure why I do this, it's something beyond my control but still makes me feel deliciously naughty and carefree at the same time!
When i'm on a plane i'm prone to a fizzing bursting sensation with promises of the unknown seeping into my core. When the plane takes off and gradually increases it's speed on the runway, just at the crucial moment, the crescendo, the high that's finally arrived...
I always do the same thing, it's an automatic reaction. I lift my feet into the gorgeous weightlessness of the air and point my feet into a ridiculous parody of a goose step! Not intentionally I hasten to add!
The excitement bubbles until it seeps out into my gradually stiffening, erecting legs! I bloody love it when a plane takes off! The thrill of the increasing speed (and potential fatality) makes me giddy!
It feels as if i'm on a spaceship launching out into the unknown. The feeling that i'm venturing somewhere new, somewhere i've never been before is heady indeed!
I booked the flight with my usual abandon wanting adventure and forgetting the fact that I had nowhere to stay and had not planned ahead. Half the fun in my eyes.
Royal Nepalese airlines. As I write this, i've never flown on a more pleasant flight. The staff were charming, pouring a (rather marvellous) shiraz free of charge throughout the flight. As soon as i'd finished supping (i doubt it was very long) a friendly face was there offering a top up! (Bloody champion! I thought i'd died and gone to heaven!)
I was privileged to meet a most charming man, a Nepalese man who entertained and captivated me with his stories throughout the flight. He was also partial to copious amounts of wine. We got on like a house on fire!
I was feeling beautifully warm and blurred round the edges and frankly pissed during the latter stages of the flight.
I think he may have offered me his number in a gentlemanly kind of way. If I got stuck in a strange new country etc
I vaguely remember the plane touching down in Nepal and looking vacantly for my bag which (obviously) was in my overhead locker. The plane seemed to land in no time and my poor sozzled alcohol soaked brain hadn't quite caught up!
An image that I will never forget was my exit from the Airport. I emerged blinking, fuzzy in a haze of alcoholic bewilderment and saw goats and turkeys wondering wild around the road! At that moment it dawned on me,
Tara you daft bugger!
Here we go again!
© Tara Carbery.
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